O heart, the pain of love burn...

O heart, the pain of love burned once again

Beloved departed and drove the lover insane.

O flowers, you played your magic tricks

Alas that the drunk the sober shall reign.

My tears were my friends, since Beloved stayed away

My unkind fate from helping would refrain.

At dawn Beloved's house's bright glow

The lover's wounded heart would strain and pain.

O bearer give me a cup, since the hidden hand that writes

Has plans, access to which nobody can gain.

The artist of firmaments, earth and spheres

Nobody knows what plans it would feign.

Burning love, Hafiz's heart would entertain

Beloved from old times this poor lover has slain.